This is a story I’ve been posting on another website over the last while I figured I’d post here to see if I can get more feedback. I’ll post A chapter or two every day for the next little bit. Hope you enjoy!
Kyle and Kyra Williams were just about as normal as two siblings get. Apart from their being twins, they treated each other as any brother and sister do although they tended to float in similar circles of friends. At 17 they were just finishing their Junior year of high school. It was a Friday and next week was the last week before finals. Kyle the elder by two minutes had dirty blonde hair, an athletic albeit short build, and crystal clear blue eyes. Kyra’s hair was similar in colouring, at least naturally. She had dyed it pink for the start of school. She also had a somewhat athletic, short build, while her chest wasn’t as big as she might have liked, her brother still had plenty of trouble keeping the dirtbags of Timber Falls Private High School away. As they pulled into the school parking lot in their black VW Golf, Kyra said to Kyle, “Come back to the car as soon as the 3:00 bell goes or I’m leaving you here,” It was her turn to take the car after school and she had plans to hit the mall after school with friends.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say your highness,” Kyle scoffed.
With that the two parted ways to meet up with friends and then head to their seperate homerooms. They went about their rather mundane lives in school, both nodding off in the occasional class. They acknowledged eachother as they past eachother and spoke breifly during lunch.
When it came to the second last class of the day, American History, they met again, as they were both in the class. Strangely enough, they were the only two people either of them knew in the class so they both sat together. They both doodled in the margins of their notebooks as the teacher rambled on about the constitution or something. Kyra leaned over to her twin and whispered, “Remember what I said this morning three o’clock sharp, I have to get you home ASAP so I can hit the mall.”
“Yeah I know,” Kyle responded, Kyra was generally good enough to be on time when it was his turn to take the car so he would be polite enough to return the gesture.
As they departed history Kyle headed to boys’ advanced PE and Kyra went to her photography class. Kyra had been in the girl’s advanced PE first thing this morning while Kyle had been in an intro to drawing class, both were fairly atheletic as well as artistic. This wasn’t strange considering their mother was an accomplished painter whose paintings were stretched all over the province of Ontario and the country and the recently resigned provincial Premier had even had one of her prints hanging in his office. Their father was a semi-professional hockey player turned executive in a local Semi-pro team after a career ending shoulder injury.
As Kyle was finishing his last set of squats for the class the bell rang. Rather than redressing in his normal school uniform he stayed in his gym uniform and grabbed his stuff from his change room locker, and made a dash for the parking lot where all the students were milling about a few doing tricks on skateboards, others showing off their cars while some of the younger students got on busses and waited to be taken home. He quickly spotted Kyra and the car and hopped in. Kyra navigated her way slowly through the bustling parking lot avoiding running students and those on bikes heading home. In only a few short weeks this would all be done until another year, they would have all summer to take it easy, work part time jobs and get ready for their last year of high school.
As they pulled into the driveway of their upper-middle class home of three stories, Kyle undid his seatbelt and grabbed his satchel, and Ran to the door. Their mother worked in a home studio so the door was always unlocked, most of the time anyway. Today happened to be the exception. As he turned the knob and tried to step through the door he was met with the hard ‘thud’ of his face hitting the window in the door. Kyra laughed out loud, “Didn’t you hear mom say she was going on a team road trip with Dad?”
The team their dad worked for was in the final stages of the playoffs which started that night and had a second game on Saturday, meaning they were home alone for the weekend until Sunday. “I don’t remember hearing that. Must have been before I came down this morning,” Kyle responded.
“I’m pretty sure you were there but whatever,” Kyra retorted as she slid her key into the lock.
As the door opened Kyle went to the alarm panel and shut the home alarm off, then proceeded to dash to his room. He flipped on the TV and grabbed his Macbook, opening facebook and proceeding to plop down in his bean bag chair. He flipped around channels to see if anything interesting was on. TSN didn’t have anything good since the NHL was still in lock-out, so he kept flicking until he hit an entertainment channel. It was showing a replay of a Victoria’s Secret fashion show, never averse to seeing a half naked woman, he stopped. Ogling the women as they strutted down the catwalk in their gorgeous underwear, as he watched he got a hard-on which he rubbed a bit through his gym shorts Just as he had started to untie the drawstring of his shorts there was a knock at his door. He quickly retied his shorts and yelled, “come in!”
Kyra opened the door, now in a tank top and modest shorts herself. “I’m headed out to the mall now ok?” She questioned.
“Oh yeah no problem. Will you be back for supper?” Kyle inquired, more to find out how long he’d be alone in the house than to see if his sister would need food.
“I’m not totally sure, I’ll text you in a bit to let you know, I’ll be gone for a couple hours at least.”
“Alright then, see you tonight, drive safe.”
Kyra adjusted her purse on her shoulder and then pulled the door shut. flip flopping her way down the central staircase into the foyer and out the door with a smack. As Kyle heard the car start he hopped up and stripped off his shorts. He headed down the hall to his sister’s room. While He was probably one of the greatest hockey players at school he also had a secret that no one knew. When he was alone in his house and knew he had time, he would sneak into his sister’s room and put on a pair of her panties. He had no idea why he just loved the feeling of the soft cotton and the colourful patterns, every now and then he’d catch a glimpse of his sister in her underwear and get a hard-on because he was imagining himself in them. They were just so much nicer than his nasty boxers. He’d never been seen, but was always very weary of being caught. And always took them off well in advance of anyone coming home, but while alone he would shut all the blinds in the house and just wander around in his sister’s underwear, most of them didn’t fit the greatest but, strangely, he wasn’t a whole lot bigger than she was around the waist and legs. He scanned through the top drawer of his sister’s dresser and picked out a cute pair of turquoise boyshort panties. He had learned a technique for tucking his parts away from the internet, not that he was ashamed of it, or he wanted to be a girl, he just liked to hide his junk when he wore the panties. As he slipped the panties up around his legs, he pushed is balls up inside himself, and pulled his penis between his legs. He pulled the panties the rest of the way up and was quite satisfied with himself. He was ready to spend the evening in the house alone in nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of panties!
His sister wasn’t into thongs or anything silk or lacey like that, which was fine by him, he just liked the softer cotton and the nice colours which were in stark contrast to boys’ underwear. The briefs, boyshorts and hipsters were always a nice change of pace for an afternoon, given the opportunity and proper sizing he might even wear panties full time, but no way would he do that, for fear of embarrassment. He would often browse different underwear websites and look at plain women’s panties. He’d even considered buying some of his own but since his mom did his laundry and put his clothes away, he didn’t want to have be scared of being found out.
He went back to his own room and flopped into his bean bag again, what would he do this afternoon?
He decided he would just laze around for most of the afternoon, when Kyra let him know when she’d be home he would make a decision then on the rest of the evening, for now he decided he’d head down to the living room and use the big TV to play video games or something. When he got down he plopped himself down in a lazy boy with an Xbox Controller. He started playing Call of Duty He was deep into an online match when he heard the door open. He was immediately aware of his predicament.
He had left his phone upstairs, Kyra must be home much earlier than he expected, what was he going to do? The only way to get back to the privacy of his room was through the porch and up the main stairs. His sister had definitely heard him playing in the living room considering he’d been using the surround sound. “Kyle!” She called out.
Resigned to his fate he responded, with a quiver in his voice, "In the living room.
Kyra came in, “some asshole pulled the fire alarm at the mall so we decided to come home…” Her voice trailed off as she came to realize what he was wearing, “Kyle are those my underwear you’re wearing?”
All Kyle could do is sit there with his head in his hands after so many times doing this he had finally been caught.